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  • I go to work in the mornings, really early in the mornings. Sometimes I wish I could stay home and work on MY work, my writing. But then I drive along Memorial Drive and see the city-Boston- across the river, those muddy waters, and I wish I could stop here and watch the dawn illuminate the skyline on my hometown slowly, as we spin on our axis. It's a trade-off to be sure.

    If I stayed home and wrote today instead of coming to work, I would have missed the many colors and views of the city in the dawn light. I remember this color, this feeling, as I go back to my screenplay and write about the dawn on the prairie, about my Indian hero washing in the creek during just this hour over a century ago. I KNOW how he feels watching the sun illuminate his world slowly while he prepares to do his work: hunting.

    I smile at the thought, the vista, and greet my job-world as I immerse myself there happy that, when I get home, my real work will be waiting for me. While others are out enjoying the night in their bright lights, big city, I am tucked snugly into my writing world, lit by the brightening dawn that I re-create on paper for Two Moons' successful hunt.
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